"What, planning something I don't know about?" Jyn asks, though it's abundantly clear that she doesn't think that's the case. She wouldn't be lying here so close to him otherwise, limbs relaxed and breathing steady, the tension gone from her shoulders. She shouldn't, and she knows she shouldn't, but for all the reasons she's given herself not to, she trusts Cassian all the same — would trust him with her life, if it came to that again. He has, after all, saved it more than once.

She can't maintain that teasing edge forever, though, not after something like that, and her expression is a little softer when she exhales, mouth curving into a slight frown. "You should do the same," she tells him, quieter, barely more than a whisper an inch or two from his jaw. She'll disappoint him otherwise, in some way or another, and he'll leave her, just like everyone does.